February 22, 2009

I love our Sunday morning routine:
1. Wake up late and groggy, bathed in warm puppy breath.
2. Stumble naked into the kitchen to brew freshly roasted organic coffee that tastes like armpits.
2. Smash to the ground the half-empty wine glasses from the night before, spilling red wine and shards all over our nakedness, screaming “it’s all your fault” “no, you’re the one who’s clumsy” …
3. Cuddle up with puppies and laptops on the couch to watch family counseling shows.

After all this, the puppy will need a lot of counseling indeed …